Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 47 Juarez Doesn't Believe in Tears
The gun battle just now naturally attracted the attention of the gang members, and vehicles gathered here from all over the city.

The embarrassing thing is that the traffic construction in Juarez is obviously not enough to support such a large traffic flow in a short period of time.

At this time, it is impossible to have traffic police to guide the traffic, and it is absolutely impossible for members of various gangs to give way to each other.

As a result, a large number of gang members blocked the way.

Only a handful of fast vehicles and people on foot were able to reach the site of the shootout.

The fastest runners were the punks from the Delisser gang. The youngest of these young criminals was only 18 years old. Their favorite thing to do was to drive around the streets in pickup trucks.

When they saw someone who was not pleasing to the eye or someone who was rich, they would be pulled into the car and beat up violently, taking away all valuables.

They have no bottom line at all, and they only think about how to get ahead.

And now their chance has come, with a reward of 5000 million, they can form their own gang and trample those old things under their feet.

Thinking of this, they excitedly fired bullets into the sky.

This is their favorite entertainment, just like the children in Huaguo like to set off firecrackers.

This time, though, it was much louder than usual.

Lu Mingfei sat in a Nissan on the side of the road, and accompanied these gangsters on a carnival with an oversized revolver.

The narrow compartment made him feel a little restrained, but the screams of these punks made up for his discomfort.

The one who killed his third mother was also a gangster, probably only eleven or twelve years old.

Because he didn't want to pay for whoring, he shot her to death with a gun he picked up.

Lu Mingfei failed to take revenge, because he fired a single shot and the chamber exploded, and the shattered chamber pipe cut his throat.

The seeds of evil should be watered with hot water, lest more evil flowers bloom.

After eight rounds of Beowulf had been ejected, the pickup truck at the front had turned into a car of flesh and blood.

The gangsters in the car behind reacted and immediately shot at the Nissan.

But at this moment Lu Mingfei was no longer in the car, his tall body rolled nimbly and retreated into the alley by the side of the road.

Those motley bullets just did tons of damage to the Nissan coupe.

He stood in the corner, silently estimated the speed of the car, and then pressed the trigger.

Special armor-piercing tungsten-core projectiles shot through the loose earth wall and shot through the punks in the second pickup truck.

After all, without the assistance of mechanical eyes, only six of the eight tungsten-core bullets hit, and two of them hit the arm.

However, the result of this mistake has caused unexpected effects.

When the punk with the huge cavity in his arm fell down and screamed, the other punks finally realized that they couldn't stay in the car and be a living target.

So they jumped out of the car one after another, or fled in all directions, or looked for bunkers.

But they didn't know that such an act like a headless chicken would only make their death easier.

Lu Mingfei inserted the burst revolver back into his waist, loaded the armor-piercing revolver with bullets, and then took off the M16A4 automatic rifle on his shoulder.

This is the weapon he took from the Executive Department, only the rate of fire and the magazine have been modified.

The amount of ammunition has been changed from 30 rounds to 50 rounds, and the bullets have also been changed to
Using an automatic rifle with one hand has a great impact on accuracy, but the M16A4's built-in 3-round burst mode makes up for it.

Lu Mingfei unhurriedly shot the fleeing gangsters, they were no different from live targets in the empty streets.

Occasionally, one or two punks fired back, but they were immediately hit by armor-piercing revolvers.

Whether they hide behind a car or in a wall, they are no different from paper in front of armor-piercing tungsten-core bullets.

"We surrender!"

The punks whose educational level is only limited to prenatal education can speak this sentence perfectly in English.

Tears streamed down their dirty faces, whether from fear or regret.

"NO Surrender."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, and shot through the neck of the yelling gangster.

surrender?

Tell this sentence to the people who were killed by you.

Juarez doesn't believe in tears.

The one-sided exchange of fire ended quickly, and there were 21 corpses lying on the ground and in the car, and some of them were mixed together, so he didn't bother to count them.

"Report your situation."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I have three vehicles here, a total of 15 enemies, and 7 of them have been eliminated so far, and there are no injuries."

Chu Zihang replied first.

"I have four cars and two motorcycles here, a total of 30 enemies, and 8 of them have been eliminated so far. Their arms were scratched by stray bullets, and they are not serious."

Sakai Akina's voice was a little hurried, and the gunfire from the headset was much noisier.

"I'll come to support right away. You should first ensure your own survival. Brother Chu Zihang, join us after you finish destroying the enemies."

Lu Mingfei immediately issued an order.

"clear."

The two responded at the same time.

This is exactly the battle plan he formulated. After sniping the first wave of enemies, he immediately shifted his position.

For this reason, based on his judgment of the environment, he allocated an intersection for the three to ambush.

At present, it seems that there are some mistakes in the arrangement of Akina Sakai, but there is still time to make up for it.

The chief diva is in trouble at the moment because she is surrounded.

She didn't have the same marksmanship as Lu Mingfei who could shoot with both guns at once, so she only killed 5 enemies in the first round of raids.

And what she faced was not just a gangster who only had hormones, but an old gang who had participated in many mergers.

The veterans of the Lubyan gang scattered and approached the empty house where Akina Sakai was hiding, and as soon as she showed her head, it was a volley of metal storms.

These old gangs used modified AR15s and AK47s with heavy firepower.

Although the body armor on Akina Sakai can resist it, the kinetic energy of the bullet can also cause damage to bones and internal organs.

She struggled to get hit and took out a few enemies with her head out.

But that didn't make the bloodthirsty gangsters flinch, and instead fired back with even more vicious bursts.

Although not the strong Asian man, there is also a $500 million reward for this woman.

In a city where the per capita monthly income is less than US$200, this huge sum of money is enough to drive them crazy.

Death in Juárez is a minor ailment; poverty is an unbearable terminal illness.

Stretching out his head to see the gang veterans getting closer, Akina Sakai's eyes turned cold, and he opened his thin lips.

Invisible power gathers around her lips, and the ancient dragon text will become the whisper of death blasting in the minds of these mortals.

"You'd better not use the spirit of speech."

A voice sounded behind her like a ghost.

Akina Sakai turned her head abruptly, and the modified Glock in her hand fired more than a dozen bullets in an instant.

Holes were punched in the wall in front of her, but other than that, there was no result.

"The people of the secret party are always so violent, and they never learn to communicate normally."

The voice came from above Akina Sakai's head. She looked up and saw a person wearing a wooden mask sitting on the beam.

She raised the gun without hesitation and shot again, but just as she raised her hand, she was punched in the abdomen.

The powerful force made her internal organs tremble together, and Akina Sakai spat out a mouthful of sour water with a "wow".

"A Japanese."

The masked man looked at her and took off her gun.

"You are a country persecuted by white people like us, and now you help them kill on our land."

The masked man's tone gradually became colder, and he took out a syringe from his pocket, and the dark red viscous liquid in the needle kept surging, as if it had vitality.

"Throw away your blood and hatred, and become a loyal dog of the secret party. For people like you, the only salvation is to become a slave of God."

He inserted the needle into Akina Sakai's neck and pressed the plunger.

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(End of this chapter)